Some days it pays to go to work. Today I ended up going to a local high school to sub. I usually prefer a different one. But, I also wanted to go to bed at a decent time last night. So, I took this one.
I showed up and found that I had a first period plan, so I read for the first forty-five minutes. Then the first class showed. Lowly freshmen. They had a quiz. They were quiet. The next four classes were sophomores and MAN! They were vociferous in their dislike of their teacher.
"YEEE-ESSS!" The first one in the door said. "WOOHOO a SUB!!" another said. "I'm glad to see you!!" yet another said. Another coming through the door said, "Please be our teacher!" I said, "You don't even know me, maybe I'm a jerk." "No. You're already better than she is."
And so it went throughout the day. Every class began and ended in a very similar way, jubilation and want, then disappointment and wishing. If there were a slightly different way of doing things, I could have easily lead an armed revolt and been part of the coup that deposed the poor lady. They might even have lifted me upon their shoulders. That might have been cool. I've always wanted to be lifted up on people's shoulders.
I did enjoy them. Many of them I have not seen since they were in fifth grade. (I don't sub at the middle school, which may change given recent changes) a good many of them said, "I remember you!" I always replied with, "I remember me, to! In fact I said the same thing this morning in the mirror, 'I remember you!'"
I gave them a bad time. I always give them a bad time, but this bunch was different, it was almost like going to a new school because I have not seen several for such a long time. One of the girls said the teacher called her ugly. I told her I could do that. She said that it was different the way I do it. I said, "OH?" I preceded to use several tried and true insults upon her, only to bring her up grinning each time. I finished with, "People said you are two-faced, I said, 'NO! If she were two-faced, why would she wear that one?'" She was giggling. I said, surely the teacher was joking. How did she say it. The story was, "I had gotten home late from a game and I was tired and I had my hair in a bun and I handed in my paper that morning, and she looked up at me and raised her eye brows and said, 'someone forgot it was picture day today.'" I attempted to defend the teacher, but the kids would have none of it.
The misplaced adoration and suggestions that I take over were just an ego-boost I needed. Sometimes I get a little down, and the kids almost always know how to bring me back up. Even if they don't know they're doing it.